Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooke's body is still twisted at the bottom of the stairs. Her limbs are too still. Like

a marionette with her strings cut.

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I don't even realize I've stopped breathing until my lungs start burning. I blink. Once. Twice. My brain is still back there hands fisting in each other's hair, her nails scraping my skin like a feral cat, the sick sound of her foot slipping-then that crack at the end.

My blood's rushing too loud in my ears. I can't focus. Can't think. Can't explain. And then-

"Taryn."

His voice. Deep. Cutting.

I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Enoch's scent slams into me like a fucking freight train-cedarwood and rain and something darker, hotter, wild like the way his eyes used to burn into mine before I ruined everything.

I feel him before I see him.

Fuck.

Shivers run down my spine. I don't know whether I should run downstairs or even follow Brooke in her wake. Maybe then I'd be able to escape.

Goddess, let the floor swallow me up.

I whip around. Enoch's already at the bottom of the stairs, one hand clenched into

a fist at his side, the other twitching like he's one second away from losing it. His eyes-those goddamn forest green eyes-aren't looking at Brooke. They're locked

on me.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Enoch, I didn't-I didn't push her. She just-I was trying to get my phone back and she slipped, and I swear I didn't-"

My throat is dry and I can't stop the way my chest rises, falls, then rises again like I'm breathing through a straw. My vision's tunneling. The guilt, the fear, the complete what the fuck of everything I've just done is clawing at my skin.

And then-he moves.

I flinch, instinctively bracing for a reaction, a roar, a something-but his arms are suddenly around me. I should explain. I should tell him she slipped, that I was just grabbing my phone, that her claws came out first, not mine.

"She's-she's slipped and-and... I didn't-I..." I try to let it out, but stuttering doesn;t help when my breath is ragged and I could feel my lungs closing in. I can't follow my breath and blood is getting to my head,

"I'll take care of it," he murmurs, voice low and rough, vibrating through my bones. "You don't have to say anything. I know it wasn't you."

...What?

My body stiffens. My hands are caught between our chests. My brain's lagging two seconds behind.

"Enoch-"

"She's still breathing," he says. "Barely. But she'll live."

I look down. Brooke's still out cold. Blood trickles from the side of her mouth. Her

leg's bent weird. I immediately look away before I throw up.

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Enoch's grip tighten around me, pressing his hand on the back of my neck so I'm deeper in his chest. I wanna cry, I wanna tell Enoch what I heard from Brooke.

But my mouth won't work. My brain's glitching out. I'm frozen, heart stuttering against his chest like I'm the one who tumbled down the stairs, not Brooke. He presses a kiss to my forehead. It's the kind of thing he used to do when we were still pretending we didn't feel this twisted, fucked-up magnetism pulling us together. A si fall of a sudden, the panic attack inside of me slowly rests and I could breathe properly.

But now? After everything? It hits different. Colder. Hotter. More dangerous.

curling around my jaw like it's something delicate. "You're not

foot of the stairs. Her hair's splayed out like a damn crime scene photo, blood

go unconscious

fall must've been

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

ground myself, but my chest is getting tighter, lungs shrinking like there's not enough oxygen in this palace. Or this

didn't mean to-she came at

word crashes over me like

the worst part. It's

in closer. "You're

scratch Brooke left on my leg is stinging more than it should. Probably because I'd been too distracted panicking over

"Fuck," Enoch hisses.

like that-he crouches and lifts me into his arms like

catching as I cling to him instinctively. "What the hell are you doing? I can

him. Like the mere idea of me being in pain sends him into a spiral. "It's just a scratch," I manage, half- embarrassed, half-furious at my own body for being

now.

like she's a stain on the carpet. His grip tightens when we pass Jacob, who's just arriving at the scene

Enoch barks

I mutter, my

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a look like really, Taryn? but nods once. "Breathing. Just

murder is off

For now.

his suite open like it personally

and strides

is dramatic as

the bed gently, like I'm made of porcelain or whatever metaphor people use for breakable shit. My leg's still bleeding, but it's already

"Stay"

I'm not a dog,

flash. "No. You're worse. You're

herself into dangerall

time." Enoch ignores me. He grabs a first aid kit from the drawer like this is a routine thing-patching up

a werewolf, you know," I mutter as he kneels beside the bed, pulling my leg

me

ignores me. Of

watch as he yanks open the drawer beside the bed and pulls out a first

normal-ass relationship where this is foreplay. Patch each other up. Whisper sweet nothings. Bleed out

of antiseptic in his hand is

He's not calm.

Not even close.

King-the Lycan King i skneeling in front of me. I flinch at the

sit back while you let someone touch you like that?" His eyes flick

me because I was grabbing my phone back. Not

gaze darkens.

I mutter, pushing at his shoulder. "You can't

tried to catfight

"You're mine."

My breath catches.

"Don't," I whisper.

back," I say quickly.

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know she was under Brooke. This is my only

"You're not going anywhere."

turns

"Enoch-"

my

mattress like it's nothing.

"Stay."

tone slices through me like

alpha. It's king.

spine goes straight. My wolf